Already quite large, heavy and stiff, his cock immediately began to grow and pulse under my touch. Instinctively, not really thinking about the moral...ity or ramifications of my actions, I continued to gently massage his penis with the wash cloth as it grew hard. The experience was surreal, and almost dream-like. I really did not feel that I was on control of my actions, but rather a player in a scripted play.I saw a passion in Robert's eyes which I had not seen in any man's eyes in decades. “Is. All four fingers then join together as she caresses my hips and then the palm of her hand gently cups my bottom before she starts the journey all over again.The sensation it creates excites me. I feel the tension flow out of me and my skin is alive and tingling with her touch. She is so gentle and loving. In places, she hardly touches me, and yet I find myself anticipating her next move. My skin is excited, fired up, even before her finger reaches it.On her second journey down to my waist she. She felt so naughty and pleased with herself driving through her neighborhood with her dirty little bag of tricks next to her. The bag, and what it represented, was like a lense that made her see her familiar world in a whole new way: Her street, her neighbors, the house she'd bought two years ago with her boyfriend."Ex-boyfriend."The clarification had come from nowhere, but as soon as it arrived, she perceived it was correct. Whatever else there was to say about the weekend, it proved they. Having slept in a bed gave me a much better disposition the next morning. We cleaned up the best we could. With so many days in the wild, we were in need of a bath.It was mandatory as far as the women were concerned, so after breakfast we made all the arrangements. We went everywhere as a group to pick up the supplies needed as we continued the journey. There were eyes watching us as we went about our business. Last night’s little exhibit, still fresh in their minds, no doubt kept them away for.